tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17522016002316987232018-03-06T04:39:18.833-08:00urbabyMemehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-33185111549769361972017-09-08T00:19:00.000-07:002017-09-08T03:27:58.744-07:00Heme Aqui... Here I am...<span class="st"><i>Growing up in Central Mexico our church used to sing this song titled, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ck0OzZOEBzo" target="_blank">Heme Aqui</a> which means Here am I. The song comes from Isaiah 6:8 </i></span><span class="st"><i>Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, "Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?" And I said, "Here am I. Send me!" For years I sang that song with hesitancy. I would and still do search my heart and ask myself am I truly serious about this? Would I truly say Here am I. Send me?</i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYull5Obxcs/WbJD0bDil-I/AAAAAAAAVzo/jSb_NYmdfmA1voLn8Bxr_0C5OzfGD5kWQCKgBGAs/s1600/IMG_1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EYull5Obxcs/WbJD0bDil-I/AAAAAAAAVzo/jSb_NYmdfmA1voLn8Bxr_0C5OzfGD5kWQCKgBGAs/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="st"><i><br /></i></span><span class="st"><i>And now I am an adult and I often catch myself thinking of this song and asking myself once again will I truly go "Here am I. Send me? Do I dare say that? Do I dare say yes with Daniel to an emergency placement that will arrive in 2 hrs on a Thursday night not knowing anything really but that it's a 2 year old boy??? We had already said yes earlier this week to do respite for a newborn later on this month but now that one is pushed back till November... So do we say yes send us? Send us, use us, our hearts are willing to love little ones, to hold at night when they cry out for their parents? Do we dare say yes to being uncomfortable? To adding potential stress of adding one more member to our family that has already doubled in the last 6 months?&nbsp;</i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOvQDNMf71M/WbJC6Du1kdI/AAAAAAAAVzc/Km0EVD52CCYJ8xjWbYAPGz77YYcDSz8fACKgBGAs/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOvQDNMf71M/WbJC6Du1kdI/AAAAAAAAVzc/Km0EVD52CCYJ8xjWbYAPGz77YYcDSz8fACKgBGAs/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="st"><i><br /></i></span><span class="st"><i>And so yes, we said Here we are. Send us. Send us into the world of emergency foster placement, into the world of foster parents, into the world of respite care, into the world of parents who love their children but love substances more, a world where birth parents need extra help and a world where they can't tuck their little's to bed. A once barren couple loving them... A world where our hearts can break at the little eyes that look back at us soaking their pillow at night with tears... Till their breathing changes and their bodies relax into soft rhythms of sleep.&nbsp;</i></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAFeaGteQb0/WbJC2fF1hyI/AAAAAAAAVzY/Jp6ypTXtfwA_m26qzLQchyodpDM3oPs7QCKgBGAs/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JAFeaGteQb0/WbJC2fF1hyI/AAAAAAAAVzY/Jp6ypTXtfwA_m26qzLQchyodpDM3oPs7QCKgBGAs/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" width="320" /></a></i></div><br /><span class="st"><i>I have cried... every time... and it's been hard and we are newbies at this. Newbies at being parents... Newbies in the world of foster care but one thing we are not newbies at is at loving... We love... We love fiercely, we love deeply, we cry... we want everyone to get involved in this tangible world that we are in. We want everyone to ask yourselves the same question we have been asking ourselves... When you say yes, not only does it rock your world, it rocks your whole family... It will show you the beautiful and the ugly in you... the selfishness and the redemptive beauty that God has created in us.&nbsp;</i></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnNluNj3JA8/WbJCwcpF6VI/AAAAAAAAVzU/8lDCDJ_Pn_oJQuT3eYkImqNg8_21wZVwwCKgBGAs/s1600/IMG_1713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnNluNj3JA8/WbJCwcpF6VI/AAAAAAAAVzU/8lDCDJ_Pn_oJQuT3eYkImqNg8_21wZVwwCKgBGAs/s320/IMG_1713.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><span class="st"><i>And God in his every mercy has forgiven us and our faults. He continues to work to guide and love us as new parents. And after 3 years of waiting for a baby and after 8 months of doing respite care and after 4 months of being foster parents at Baby Cakes last court date her plan changed to ADOPTION!!!! As I type this I am in awe and my eyes fill with tears... We will be her forever family. She has our hearts and will now have our last name. The road to actually finalizing might take close to a year but that is nothing because she is beyond worth it!!! After so many No's we have our YES!!! I'm telling you life sometimes doesn't go as planned but heartaches along the way prepares you for parenthood... However that may look...</i></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_nV0cJpHK4/WbJCANhNsLI/AAAAAAAAVzM/DirK3RSlyyY2SdiFcEaA9sDL3puXPXGOgCKgBGAs/s1600/IMG_1753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_nV0cJpHK4/WbJCANhNsLI/AAAAAAAAVzM/DirK3RSlyyY2SdiFcEaA9sDL3puXPXGOgCKgBGAs/s320/IMG_1753.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="st"><i><br /></i></span><span class="st"><i><span class="p"><br /></span> </i></span><br /><br /><span class="st"><i>Heme aqui yo ire señor heme aqui yo ire señor</i> enviame a mi que dispuesto estoy llevare tu gloria a las naciones <i>heme aqui yo ire señor heme aqui yo ire señor. ~Marcos Witt</i></span>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-68183327687120777162017-02-12T21:35:00.001-08:002017-02-12T21:39:29.053-08:00Dear Respite Care<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTlirsUhh4U/WKFFjVWf-LI/AAAAAAAAQzI/v2NaYsYzurIvWL7bO_-YYJzvPX4DaDc7wCLcB/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTlirsUhh4U/WKFFjVWf-LI/AAAAAAAAQzI/v2NaYsYzurIvWL7bO_-YYJzvPX4DaDc7wCLcB/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Dear Respite Care,<br /><br />How to even begin this letter? Can I say thank you to something that is a concept made real by a little baby and the life that it represents. Tears well up as there are so many emotions all trying to get on this page but will I do it justice?<br /><br /><div class="vk_ans" style="margin-bottom: 0;"><span data-dobid="hdw">res·pite</span></div><div class="lr_dct_ent_ph"><span class="lr_dct_ph">ˈrespət,rēˈspīt/</span><span class="lr_dct_spkr lr_dct_spkr_off" data-ved="0ahUKEwir4qzy9oTSAhVBC2MKHaRwDnUQlfQBCB0wAA" style="display: inline-block;" title="Listen"><input height="14" type="image" width="14" /></span></div><div class="lr_dct_sf_h"><i>noun</i></div><div class="xpdxpnd vk_gy" data-mh="-1">noun: <b>respite</b></div><div style="float: left;"><b>1</b>. </div><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;">a short period of rest or relief from something difficult or unpleasant.</div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;"></div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;">Oh Respite Care you think that we are giving respite to our now new and dear friends (thought they might not know how dear they are to us), but in all actuality it is my heart that is getting respite care. It is my heart that screams I get to be a mom today... Thursday - Sunday. We get to be a family of 3, we get to feed, bath, change diapers, play, go to the grocery store, we get to do it all. We get to experience respite from the journey to parenthood. We get to have a little taste of how it will be, and boy let me tell you. We LOVE it. Going to the store to get baby food and walking around with little one strapped to me. Holding unto her like it is all a spell that will be broken. I glow. I truly do. I, Liza, a current barren one get to hold a precious little one. A little one that I didn't birth, nor that is related to me. A little one that knows me as the one that picks her up and smiles to her, feeds her and clothes her on certain days of the week. A little one so innocent that was removed from her family. A little one that is worth every single one of these emotions.&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;"></div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;">Dear Respite Care, you do not know but tonight you allow us to tuck little one in bed. To walk around proud like a peacock. We didn't do anything but say yes to a friend of a friend and are now heart deep in sticky gooey love for this respite care.... But Respite Care, you are supposed to be taking away from the difficult or unpleasant situation, what we have seen in the love of Mr. &amp; Mrs. Foster Parents and siblings, this family you get to be a part of is hands down amazing. How they love, nurture, sacrificially give and love again. It is an art, one that Daniel and I want to learn. How can so much healing happen in my heart from caring for a little one whose situation is to not be with her Momma? I am the one getting respite care. Respite from the pain of death, respite from grief that sometimes swallows me up. And so tonight as my hubby makes baby cakes chuckle, as I strut my walk wanting to scream isn't this baby the most precious living being in the world. I get to hold her for today. I get to be her caregiver... I crumble because out of her loss I get to be a respite care provider.&nbsp;</div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;">And so dear Respite Care, thank you for giving me this opportunity to love. Thank you for allowing us to meet such amazing people. Thank you for showing us how Daniel &amp; I will work together and parent together, even if it is just for tonight, tomorrow, for as long as we can. Thank you.</div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div data-dobid="dfn" style="display: inline;">Sincerely, <br />~Me~</div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-41202244430461654562016-01-24T23:21:00.000-08:002016-01-24T23:21:09.013-08:00The Art of an Invite<div style="text-align: justify;"><span>We are 3 days shy of 1yr and 7 months of many potential babies and too many "no's" to count them. We have at times held our breath for hours waiting for the phone call letting us know that we would become parents but received an email instead. We have rejoiced with many friends who have announced their pregnancy's and have been ecstatic at our friends who have been chosen to be parents!!! We... oh wait, I have shed many tears at times and have laughed much more than those tears that I have shed. And so, we continue to wait, to live to the fullest to continue to plan for our future and live in the present. Lunch meals still need to be made, client reports need to be printed, laundry needs to be washed and most of all, relationships continue to grow.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>This blog post has been on my mind for months and finally I am sitting down to type it. I grew up in Mexico where we spend a lot of time around a meal, we thoroughly enjoy the food and we thoroughly enjoy the company. My mom was never one to show off her pearls or her diamonds. She always wanted people to be comfortable and didn't want them to wish they had riches by a simple broach she would wear... She taught us to be rich in friendships and humble in our belongings. She also "strongly" dislikes social media and prefers to keep her life in private so here I am spilling all her secrets:)... (jk. Mammi)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Daniel and I are building our first house and we don't really share pictures... The death of my sister and the category of "things- house included" doesn't trump her life. I remember when she past how people to me were so interested in their "material" things that they paid more attention on posting on ig than on reaching out to me. I wanted nothing to do with that and the callousness that that made me feel. We recently lost our dear Aunt Holly and friends have had some huge losses as well. I usually keep my posts to those that mean something to me. I want to respect those who are grieving and stand by them. The world continues while their world has been shattered to never be the same again.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>Here is where my title comes in: The Art of an Invite:&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Invite: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><header class="luna-data-header"><span class="dbox-pg"><span><span class="oneClick-link">verb</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">(used</span> <span class="oneClick-link">with</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">object)</span></span></span><span>, </span><span class="dbox-bold" data-syllable="in·vit·ed, "><span><span class="oneClick-link">invited,</span> </span></span><span class="dbox-bold" data-syllable="in·vit·ing."><span><span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">inviting.</span> </span></span> </header></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span class="def-number"><span><span class="oneClick-link">1.</span> </span></span><span><span class="oneClick-link">to</span> <span class="oneClick-link">request</span> <span class="oneClick-link">the</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">presence</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">participation</span> <span class="oneClick-link">of</span> <span class="oneClick-link">in</span> <span class="oneClick-link">a</span> <span class="oneClick-link">kindly,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">courteous,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">complimentary</span> <span class="oneClick-link">way,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">especially</span> <span class="oneClick-link">to</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">request</span> <span class="oneClick-link">to</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">come</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">go</span> <span class="oneClick-link">to</span> <span class="oneClick-link">some</span> <span class="oneClick-link">place,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">gathering,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">entertainment,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">etc.,</span> <span class="oneClick-link">or</span> <span class="oneClick-link">to</span> <span class="oneClick-link">do</span> <span class="oneClick-link oneClick-available">something:</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>You see, by me posting on ig, or on this blog or even by opening myself up I have to accept that love, loss and common sense (not really) will come hand in hand. Life is full of pain, but life is full of joy. I am 100% grateful for the life that God has allowed me to live. I am so grateful for my husband. We get so caught up that we have to have the perfect house to be able to invite people but to me that is not the case. It doesn't matter what house you have, in the end it matters if you open it up to friends, new and old. I know that the American way is to say, "Come on over any time." But to me that has never been an invite. An invite says, "I desire to know you more and to be in your presence, please allow me to know you more and vica versa". An invite says, "My life is messy, and I am a work in progress, an art piece still being refined, will you still love me as I am?". An invite says, "Join me and those whom I love in this journey we call life".</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>For those of you who didn't know this of me, an invitation to me is one of the greatest forms of love. That means you want me/us to know you more. What an honor. My sister's house was a two bedroom apartment FULL of love, FULL of adventure, FULL of beauty. We giggled, we snuggled, we cried, we even fought, we cooked, we feasted, we had picnics in the living room, we did life. That is the type of invite I want. A full life rich in friends.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span>I close this post encouraging you to practice inviting those who are in your life (or those who you want in there). Send a text, send a paper invite, email someone. If you're not getting invited, who cares, YOU invite. We all need each other, we all have our weird quirks and humor but if we never reach out we'll never know how rich our lives can be. I am looking forward to our move in date, I am looking forward to the sleepovers which we'll have, to the hundreds of guests which we'll have. I am looking forward to allowing our dear ones in to know us more. I am looking forward to the many memories we will create with you all. I leave you with.... hold your breath... yes, some pictures of the house and with the prayer from our dear friend Don that was prayed over our house.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhe2RkPzgdo/VqXJ4LWSKjI/AAAAAAAAQa8/KLsgFnGMQvE/s1600/IMG_1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fhe2RkPzgdo/VqXJ4LWSKjI/AAAAAAAAQa8/KLsgFnGMQvE/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />PRAYER FOR YOUR NEW HOME&nbsp; God bless your new home.&nbsp; May it be a church where you meet God on a daily basis, a school where you learn about Him and each other, a <span class="il">hospital</span> where you find healing and wholeness, service station where you minister to the needs of each other, and a garden where you enjoy the beauty of His holiness.&nbsp; Amen<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wPMntBzpjWs/VqXJ5ExZvvI/AAAAAAAAQbE/KxxerwRdIOQ/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In Memory of my Daddi</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">On the 6th of March my dear Daddi went to be with Jesus. I spoke at his funeral and wanted to share it on here what I shared then. I love you Daddi forever.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div><div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-2ef449aa-f20e-81e8-adf1-1f6506cf65c9" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">--</span></div><div dir="ltr" id="docs-internal-guid-2ef449aa-f20e-81e8-adf1-1f6506cf65c9" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I am the youngest of Dad's 5 children. For months I have been thinking of what I had learned from Dad and was wondering why people wait to share what they learned from someone once the person died. Now my Dad is no longer here and I wasn't fast enough to send him this letter.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Dear Daddi,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">For months I have been thinking about what I want to tell you. I want you to know that I think of you daily and how much I love you. I wanted you to know that I am who I am because of the influence that you had in my life. I wanted you to know that you and Mom molded me into me. I have ten points that I want you to know of how you impacted my life:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">1) You love me very much you won. I remember since a wee-little girl how that was a staple at our house. I now practice it with Daniel and with our nieces and nephews. I love very much is close to my tongue and the word "Hate" is hardly ever heard coming out of my lips. I will always remember calling you and hearing the "I love you very much I win" come out of you.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">2) Watch out for the underdog. While going to PCS you would walk me to school whenever you were allowed. I never understood why you and mom would walk me even though it was only 1 block away. I now realize it was our special time together. When I was little we would skip. Every single day that was our thing to do. As I got older so did you and then one day the skipping stopped. Then my hand went into the cranny of your elbow and we walked like that talking or not saying a word. Every day you would tell me, "Look out for the underdog". Daddi, that has made such an impact on me. I didn't experience bullying (thanks to Thelma) and I never was a bullyier due to what you taught me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">3) Keep your chin up. You taught me to be proud of who I am. You taught me that even when trials come to stand strong, be planted stay firm and kind. Keep my chin up even when my emotions want to get the best of me. This I am still learning how to do :).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">4) You taught me how to drive. Ohhh how I can't wait to share this with my kids one day. How you would let us sit on your lap since we were little. You would fall asleep at the wheel while pushing the gas. I always wondered if you truly did fall asleep but to this day I was certain you did. I was so scared of bridges and of taking a corner so I would desperately cry out to you to help me. You never not even once didn't help me on those turns.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">5) You let us be adventurous. Who in their right mind would let their two teenage daughters ride on top of the truck cabin laying down on their backs? You trusted us that we would not be foolish and jump off or hurt ourselves. Thank you. When Thelma and I took your yellow truck and raced drive through the mud puddles you quietly mentioned it to us. We knew better to do that again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">6) You taught me how to tell stories. Well, almost, every night when we were little you would tuck us in bed. First Ruth, then JD and then Thelma and I :). Oh so happy you would scratch our backs, then pinch them then in a sweeping motion wipe what you had previously done… which meant one thing… You had to scratch our backs again seeing that you had erased your work. You would do it again and tell a story usually about a mouse.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">7) You taught me to love nature. You would take us out to the fields and let us ride in the back of the truck, find a good spot to get fresh carrots and potatoes, rub them on our jeans and take a bite. You got mad and Thelma and I for getting "worms" for our fishing trip with forks… You told us, "worms are the friendliest animals ever" as you popped one into your mouth. Thelma and I were so grossed out but started grabbing them with our fingers.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">8) You were kind to my friends. I feel that every weekend one or two or three of my friends was over. You always made them feel welcome, always were genuinely concerned with them and their families. You always were willing to bring hay and animals in to our school functions and would always allow us to take our friends out to the farm. How I remember the time you were teaching my classmates how to milk a cow. My friend Amy was too too grossed out to milk a cow… so your response - aim it at her and douse her with fresh milk. Oh I will never forget that!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">9) You encouraged my imagination. When we were little and I mean little you would let us help you get into your Santa costume. Cotton beard, pillow belly, and presents in your bag. Then we would run into our bedroom and wait for Santa to come in… Oh my goodness we were so excited to see Santa.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">10) You taught me that you really can give a puppy away. Again with Amy she had just lost her dog. I told you her story and asked you if we could bring one of our puppies for her. You said of course. So when we came back from the farm we loaded him in. I didn't realize that I should have checked with her parents first so when her mom said no. I was so scared to tell you. I cried and you kindly asked me what was wrong. I told you that Amy couldn't keep the puppy and felt that you would be mad. You hugged me, said we would just take him back and that it was ok.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Daddi, you taught me to respect others. To say yes sir and yes mam. You would snuggle me when I was scared even as an adult. I loved how you loved my husband so much. I loved it how one of the last times we rode in the car together you buckled your seat belt into the drivers side. Daniel slid in looked at you and said, "I love you John." You just smiled big and laughed. Daniel reached over and buckled his seatbelt in yours.&nbsp;</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I was always your baby. From now on I will write these letters of things you taught me or stories I remember, like bird hunting with my ten cats running behind us. Showing Thelma how to aim, telling me to stand behind you and having the bb ricochet off the beam and hit me on the head…. I have my memories and the part of me that is you to pass on to my kids. Even if there isn't a how to Daddi Liza book I think you did a pretty darn good job at it. I love you. Daddi now and forever thank you God for the Dad you gave me.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Missing you here.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Liza Paola </span></div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-75185800173624330502015-02-24T08:50:00.002-08:002015-02-24T08:50:26.598-08:002 months in.<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg-zWlNGHfg/VOyrv5tZJfI/AAAAAAAAPzc/jdTQsMeD3js/s1600/IMG_20141015_233352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xg-zWlNGHfg/VOyrv5tZJfI/AAAAAAAAPzc/jdTQsMeD3js/s1600/IMG_20141015_233352.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We are two months in the new year and I am so shocked at how fast time goes by. Do you remember when you were young and you couldn't wait for Friday? Now I see Friday come and Friday go and wonder what else I'm missing out on. I have learned though life ins't about missing things, but truly about taking the time. Taking the time to spend with Daniel even if it is just sitting down together and working on our taxes. So many times I am in this mood of go.go.go. when all he needs is for me to just sit and be. My sister Thelma loved to just be. She disliked me being on my phone and wanted my attention to be present with her. Every time I listen to <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eyes-Open-SNOW-PATROL/dp/B000F3UADO/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1424796000&amp;sr=8-3&amp;keywords=snow+patrol" target="_blank">Snow Patrol's</a> "<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GemKqzILV4w" target="_blank">Chasing Cars</a>" I think of her. From living out of state and wishing I could be with her and and now living with out I wish I could just stop and cuddle with her. Talk or not talk, just lay there holding hands. Man, how I miss her.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, instead of letting my tears get the best of me I decided to let you all know of something that Daniel and I are continuing to do. As I was born and raised in Mexico the dollar has always been more powerful than the peso. I remember when it was 3 to 1 and then the devaluation of the peso happened changing it to 10 to 1. So many Mexicans lost a lot of money and life definitely was different. Instead of having to pay 3000 pesos for &nbsp;a bag of chips it went down to 3 pesos! The reason behind me sharing this is because last fall when we were fundraising I had the clever idea to &nbsp;see how much the adoption was going to cost in pesos. Total sum from today's exchange: MXN $430,428.15. Yes, you read that right over $430 thousand pesos!!!! My heart sank when I realized how much money that was and how many lives could be impacted. I wanted to cry thinking that by us adopting we would be able to love 1 child while that $430k could be used to love others… It's sobering to put dollars into another currency and to realize the impact that our money can make in another country.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I called my mom and told her the amount and first thing she said was, "There must be something wrong. The agency must be stealing from you." I went on and explained that no, they weren't that those were the expenses for an adoption through an agency here and that I was just sharing with her because it had shocked me so much. I came home and talked to Daniel and told him how my heart was so heavy at the realization of the cost in pesos. So here is where the really cool part is about all of this. How a simple question could start a snowball of thoughts and ideas. Since we had reached our goal we stopped fundraising and any money that was still coming through our Amazon affiliate account was going to be saved for our next adoption we decided to change gears and that any money coming from our Amazon affiliate account will be donated directly to <a href="http://www.lovehopemercy.org/" target="_blank">Esperanza Viva</a>. It is the local orphanage from my home town in Puebla, Mexico. My family became involved with EV when we would take car loads of vegetables from the farm for the kids. Then my older sister started a program called, "<a href="http://averschool.org/" target="_blank">Aver School</a>" to teach kids photography, video and editing to teach them a vocation. They have changed the lives of so many people and I have seen first hand how they have flourished into providing homes, school, even vocations in a loving, Godly environment. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you don't think that you have money, or if you don't think that you would be able to adopt I encourage you to get plugged in with an orphanage or a program in your city that works with foster kids. Psalm 82:3 says: Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed. Perhaps you feel weak a lot of the time, you can channel your weakness into loving those who are weaker than you. "Defend the underdog" is what my Dad told me. So here we are excited that soon we will be parents and excited that we can continue fundraising for other children. And I tried to figure out how to explain how the Amazon affiliate account works I decided to copy the words directly from my dear friend, Lindsey from <a href="http://www.managingtheeverday.com/">www.managingtheeverday.com</a>:&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"The <a href="https://affiliate-program.amazon.com/gp/associates/join/landing/main.html" target="_blank">Amazon affiliate program</a> is a&nbsp;tool that many bloggers, schools and other groups use to raise funds and generate revenue.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It works like this:</div><ol style="text-align: justify;"><li>Click on their link (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/?_encoding=UTF8&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;tag=httpurourbabl-20&amp;linkId=JEGTDGBDOTGJ6P7Q" target="_blank">HERE)</a>. It will take you to the main Amazon.com website.</li><li>Shop as usual. Everything – website,&nbsp;prices, selection, service – is&nbsp;the same.</li><li>Buy something.</li><li>Liza &amp; Daniel will receive a small commission for referring you to Amazon.com. All funds will go towards their adoption costs" (THIS WILL NOW GO TO ESPERANZA VIVA.</li></ol><div style="text-align: justify;">And so I close this very lengthy post. Thank you for doing life with us!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">XO,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Liza </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em>Note: This post contains affiliate links.</em></div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-17368633342991496222014-12-13T17:35:00.001-08:002014-12-14T08:30:46.806-08:00It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Waw06sVQ7kI/VIzm2DGLc8I/AAAAAAAAPZ0/KgXhNXjfNmI/s1600/IMG_8283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Waw06sVQ7kI/VIzm2DGLc8I/AAAAAAAAPZ0/KgXhNXjfNmI/s1600/IMG_8283.jpg" height="320" width="228" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Everywhere you go... We have our tree up, went to my in-laws annual Draft Horse Outing and my Mommi is in town visiting!!! The air outside is crisp, our crib is currently in our dining room and here we are still waiting.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Once again the peace that we have had throughout this adoption has been great and continues to be great. We know that one day we will be parents... We don't know if there is something going on with either of us and that is why we haven't been able to keep a pregnancy, but we definitely know that through adoption we will be parents :). And so... for those of you wondering if there are any updates.... Other than the HUGE news that we reached our goal and are waiting for the call, there isn't another update. Sometimes I want to make up a huge juicy update to share but alas there is none... Daniel and I continue to live life... We wake up, make our bed, go to work, home, church, family, do laundry, cook, laugh and live the fullest we can. Sometimes there are tears (from me), and sometimes not having a baby of our own while friends and acquaintances are pregnant and have babies and kids makes my heart have a twinge of sadness. Sometimes life doesn't go as planned, but thru it all we are greatful. Greatful that I have my husband next to me at night. I miss my sister so terribly most days that I hold on to Daniel and treasure what we have even more. Sometimes or most of the time happyness and tears and reality are all a jumble of life... We have hope. Hope in God, thankfulness for the life we have. Tears for those we have lost, Abue, Daddi, Thelma, Babies, and memories that we cling to.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So during this Christmas season enjoy it to the max, serve others, open your "imperfect" perfect home to new friends. Above all love and have faith, don't loose hope.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We love you and hope you have a beautiful Christmas holiday!!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">~ Daniel &amp; Liza</div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-15593041498215613762014-08-21T19:37:00.002-07:002014-08-22T13:55:31.772-07:00The Long Stretch<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPj1Xf4fWdk/U_eo8hNghAI/AAAAAAAAHUM/JmNQNGZsnYg/s1600/IMG_20140303_160526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPj1Xf4fWdk/U_eo8hNghAI/AAAAAAAAHUM/JmNQNGZsnYg/s1600/IMG_20140303_160526.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Daniel - March 2014</div><br />As of the 25th of June we have officially been on the "Waiting List". Waiting… and waiting… and waiting… The waiting hasn't been bad, it hasn't been unbearable or hard. The emotions have stayed at bay and we are taking it one day at a time. When our awesome case-worker, Karen, emailed/called with the news that we were approved I asked her, "So this means that any day we could become parents?!" she answered, "Yes, but you should have a 1-2 year long wait in mind." My response was, "But technically we really could be parents any day!" :). So here we are waiting and praying, working and fundraising, getting to know each other more and waiting some more.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We've been asked why an adoption is so expensive as well as what happens if we don't have the last payment ready when we get the baby. We are on the last stretch of the fundraiser and the final amount will be due at the legal placement of the baby. I do think that when one is pregnant you have the expenses of your doctor (in an adoption there are doctor's appointments and physicals which are not included in the cost along with fingerprinting and other costs). I thought I would share you what goes into an adoptions cost.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Cost: $29,000 not including legal fees for the adoption </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This sum covers the following:</div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>The creation of your online account, the case file, the collection of references, background clearances, and the first meeting with BCS (Bethany Christian Services) staff</li><li>Orientation and training services</li><li>The home study that is required for adoption including the creation of required documents, interviews, home visit(s), and gathering/assessing collateral information, and service planning</li><li>Work done on your behalf to have your profile seen by expectant parents and includes your web profile, outreach activities, and various support services during the waiting period</li><li>The pregnancy counseling provided to the expectant parents and includes work locating, engaging and involving the expectant father in the process, history compilation, meetings with you, hospital planning, negotiating adoption plans and agreements, counseling at the hospital, grief counseling</li><li>All expectant parent expenses allowed by state laws (medical, living expenses, etc.)</li><li>Petitioning for adoption and other required documentation, placement of the child, grief counseling post placement, and file maintenance</li><li>Also the required post placement visits, reports and support.</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">When you go through that it starts to make sense and see that the agency doesn't just stand around and do nothing, they are the liaison's between our future baby and us. One time I asked Karen how many potential parents placed their babies for adoption, her response was only 20% followed through with placing their baby. That means that out of 100 expectant mothers only 20 would want to see our book and the books of other families. I sometimes call this the "eharmony" of babies. Though the 20% might mean that it could take longer it made me happy to know that many more expectant moms kept the babies. I know age, income level, education, lifestyle, health are only a certain facet of such a huge decision but I can only imagine that they need the support of many loved ones to bring a baby into this world.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so our wait continues... We receive emails from the agency asking to show our book to expectant parents. We say "yay or nay" and wait once again. I have heard it said that adoption is not for the weak hearted, but I say it is for everyone who has a heart :) (and is approved through a home study). Some people might think that once we are chosen that is it. The truth is it isn't. By law the birth mom has 48 hours to change her mind. I have heard those hours are the longest hours... Hypothetically we could be chosen for a baby due in October. We would be ecstatic, our hearts would be filled with anticipation, we would want to get the room ready and have a baby shower and then once baby would be born we could come home empty handed. That is a terrifying thought. One that I am aware of but know that there could be another scenario, one where we get called out of the blue for a baby that has already been born and whose mom/dad have waived all parental rights... Ahhhhh... Either way we are in it together.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So our story continues, highs and lows, like everyone else. We continue to pray and believe that our perfect baby is growing and that we will grow to be his/her perfect parents. I know perfection is not achievable, but I view that with God, He will place the "perfect" baby into our arms. So Baby Boo we love you already and we are mastering the art of waiting while on this last long stretch.<br /><br />~ Liza </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-57837492449794832092014-06-19T12:41:00.002-07:002014-06-19T18:34:49.291-07:00What is a Mudder?<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been wanting to write for a while, but how can I make the transition from my last post to our adoption? It seemed too casual, too impersonal, too heartbreaking to go from writing about my darling Thelmi to continue with my words on paper. So hear I am wanting to make a tribute to my Mother, or Mami as I call her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last week I watched my friends kids while she went to an appointment. Her 5 year old daughter, Lucy, missed her terribly and in the sweetest voice said, "I just want my mudder". Accent or no accent it made a lump come to my throat. I am sure my darling neices want, desire, need their "mudder" too. My brother in law is loving and caring and he will love them through their loss, and I pray for strength for him as he leads them through this next season.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My Mami lost her mom (Abue), her husband (Daddi), and her dauther (Thelma) in a span of 18 months. Through all the loss and heartache she still reached and reaches out to me to make sure that I am doing good. She sends me encouraging emails and videos to keep me reaching for my dreams. She nurtures our relationship, she prunes hurtful things that have happened and fertilizes with love what has been so deeply hurt.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She is one to work hard, to stand up for us, to love through her cooking and acts of service. What is a "mudder"? She is one who chases nightmares away, who plays with our dolls and us, teaches us to roller skate - pillow strapped on to the behind, teaches us to speak 2 languages and encourages to go for 5 more, she sews and creates beautiful things, she practices perfection in her knitting even if that means taking the sweater out completely 3 times before she finishes it, she doesn't like cats but always takes care and nurses the stray kittens that I brought home, she is a friend to my friends, though strict she knows how to talk directly to the heart. My Mami, my mother, my friend I love you and appreciate all that you gave of yourself to see your family continue to live. Despite death, despite heartache you love, you never let depression get in the way from giving me a hug or loving me, you didn't even allow it in to your life. You show me what "live faith" looks like, you pray with me and still to this day help chase my nightmares away.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLQuSLQQtgw/U6M8ldhbGAI/AAAAAAAAHPk/bxqMCFglg-E/s1600/20140614_211258_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLQuSLQQtgw/U6M8ldhbGAI/AAAAAAAAHPk/bxqMCFglg-E/s1600/20140614_211258_2.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you and am so looking forward to being a Mami to our little one(s) like you have been to me. Thank you for all you do and all your love. Te amo Mami.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tu gatita, <br />Liza Paola</div><br /><br /><br />Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-32613287911869958992014-05-05T14:36:00.000-07:002014-06-09T21:19:55.472-07:00Eternally Healed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EJTi20EtQo/U2fcr5dI3_I/AAAAAAAAG_A/LMGHuJRQeEE/s1600/PicsArt_1399315575536.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EJTi20EtQo/U2fcr5dI3_I/AAAAAAAAG_A/LMGHuJRQeEE/s1600/PicsArt_1399315575536.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, May 4th, 2014 my sister, Thelma Elizabeth Hartmann, was eternally healed. For most of her twenties and into her 30's she lived through hodgkins lymphoma. I don't say she fought a battle for in one of our conversations she told me, "I don't like it when people say I'm fighting a battle - the battle has already been won". Thelmi I love you, you astound me, you taught me, protected me, faught with me, loved me, grew up with me, played with me, shared your life, your clothes, your happiness, your tears, your losses, your wins, your adventures, and created adventures with me. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You are now "Eternally Healed". No more needles, no more medicine, no more hospice, no more hospitals, no more separations from you hubby and little ones, no more loopy dreams (no more chicken backpacks), no more nurses, no more doctors, no more wheelchairs and no more walkers, no more good byes only now a see you later.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you very much I think you won though. You won in loving me first.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This past Friday Ruth and I were able to make some videos together with Thelma. Along with Mommi they helped me on a project about "Flourishing". We had great conversations and I asked Thelma if she felt as though she was flourishing even though she had cancer. Her response was "Of course I'm flourishing". That was Thelma full of life, full of spunk, full of character. These videos bring me smiles they also bring tears. Thelmi will not meet our baby or babies... She won't come and visit me anymore... But the legacy that she left and passed on to her daughters, the love and passion in life is there.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/EcsZ8Mvo9E4?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thelma will "flourish" on. She is eternally healed. I love you Emu.<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br />Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-72386863356976292422014-04-30T07:41:00.001-07:002014-04-30T07:41:22.317-07:00The Home Study<div style="text-align: justify;">It is a lovely thing when two people become one. When you love so deeply in a way that you never thought possible. Sometimes I think that this is how parents must love their kids... But in a way I think it is a different love as they are part of you. I will learn about parent love this year but for now I have "wife love" and "God love" that I know.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Husband" as I like to call my man is hard working, kind, fair, trust worthy and funny. He farms the land with his family and loves not only me but my family :). That is a huge plus. I lost both my Abue and my Daddi in the last year and a half and Daniel has held me more than one time while I cry. He extends such tender and honest love to me. I am so excited when I think of him being a dad. I am sure the adjustments will be there and what we think will be easy might throw us for a loop but I am proud to be married to the man that I am, because I know he will be an amazing father.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So, we got both parents on board, but what about our home? Thinking on the home study part of me wonders if our home will make it through the cut. All I know are movies which depict home studies scenes such as the one from "What to Expect When You are Expecting". Thankfully we won't have to say our wedding photos were burned in a fire :).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="https://ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/a2xV4g_f3tQ/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/a2xV4g_f3tQ&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/a2xV4g_f3tQ&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object>&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ahhhhh.... It's is exciting, terrifying but the good type of terrifying and nerve wrecking all at once! Do I make breakfast, do I set up the nursery and take down my office, are we supposed to be friends with our case worker, or only friendly? If you know me you will know that I like most people and did I already mention that our case worker is awesome? After our first meeting Daniel looked over at me and said, "You probably want to be her friend". But again, is there etiquette rules on this? I don't know. The good news is is that the first home study is scheduled for May 9th and then the last home visit will be on the 19th! I am so excited and a tad bit nervous. Our lives are going to be completely rocked by a little baby.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so I must close this post as I am visiting my mom and want to make breakfast for her and my sisters.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ohhhh so happy,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Liza</div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-27331598326164667682014-04-14T23:30:00.003-07:002014-04-30T07:41:51.707-07:00Oh so cute Tees and Onesies<div style="text-align: justify;">Ahhhh.... Sometimes don't you just want to hide underneath the blankets, but then you remember you are an adult and have to face things head on? Today was one of those days. Some of you may know that my sister has not been well for quite some time. It makes some days have big dips in them and all the while life continues. There is no pause button to catch up on life. No pause to clean the house, make a meal, update the blog, or make the fundraiser run by itself :). I think God didn't give us pause buttons cause we would be stop and go all the time trying to figure out life without Him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And here I am, wanting to climb into bed, but it's still not time. We officially started a fundraiser site: <a href="https://www.youcaring.com/ungerbaby">https://www.youcaring.com/ungerbaby</a> and have also started the t-shirt/onesie sales. I hadn't been able to post them on the blog but tonight is the night... No more dilly-dallying about this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last fall my MIL had a t-shirt designed for the farmer's wives, then my sis-in-law had another one designed for the husbands and I came up with a couple for the babies. I'm so excited as they all have a farming theme and they are oh so cute indeed.</div><br />To order email your order with size, design, color, quantity, shipping address to: urourbaby@gmail.com<br /><br />Adult tees are $29 plus S&amp;H<br />Onesies are $25 plus S&amp;H<br />Outdoor Pillows 18x18 are $45 plus S&amp;H<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">If you live in the area I will most likely be able to deliver once the first run has gone through. Again I am taking orders the month of April for delivery early May. As for the outdoor pillow sets those will be done by May 1st and cost $45 a set plus S&amp;H.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In case you haven't been able to see them here they are... well all except for the husbands one (I'll update that one later on):</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YutABycJMS0/U0zOyEa6EpI/AAAAAAAAG9o/eZSLDnD0cTw/s1600/IMG_20131224_114450%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YutABycJMS0/U0zOyEa6EpI/AAAAAAAAG9o/eZSLDnD0cTw/s1600/IMG_20131224_114450%25281%2529.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6PsU2yJs3c/U0zPHVeCogI/AAAAAAAAG94/eUukXVnbnLI/s1600/IMG_20140408_124259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t6PsU2yJs3c/U0zPHVeCogI/AAAAAAAAG94/eUukXVnbnLI/s1600/IMG_20140408_124259.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lF8r0kLoj6E/U0zPHR6AneI/AAAAAAAAG-A/0J2S_bOc200/s1600/IMG_20140414_225409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lF8r0kLoj6E/U0zPHR6AneI/AAAAAAAAG-A/0J2S_bOc200/s1600/IMG_20140414_225409.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXGu9nWHorA/U0zPHeWFJWI/AAAAAAAAG9s/0lAftzvRIsY/s1600/IMG_20140407_095932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lXGu9nWHorA/U0zPHeWFJWI/AAAAAAAAG9s/0lAftzvRIsY/s1600/IMG_20140407_095932.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Outdoor Porch Chicken Pillows - Handmade by Liza :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Please help us spread the word about our adoption! We would be so grateful if you did! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">With love &amp; gratitude,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Me (Liza)</div>Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-21061319107106812022014-04-10T17:00:00.004-07:002014-04-30T07:42:12.222-07:00Need to Know<div style="text-align: justify;">So today brought smiles and a couple tears as well. I worked at a "Pass it on Sale" in the morning and never have I seen soooo many pregnant ladies, soooo many babies and soooo many tears all in one place... Truly kudos to all the mom's that were there and the children with them! (Ohhh and by the way, it was the babies who were shedding the tears, not the ladies.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I couldn't help myself but I wanted to ask sooo many questions to the ladies. I wanted to be immediate friends. I wanted to ask what the best baby carrier was, if it was harder than it looked, if they had any tips and so forth.... I truly have baby fever!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every day we work on the adoption, whether it be filling out more paperwork, reading, working on taxes (not fun), working on fundraising ideas and logistics and so forth, but sometimes during the day I forget that we will be parents and that one day I'll be like those mom's with their babies... I get a little smile on my face and think that no one really knows what you are going through unless you let them in.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And so despite some sad news of my sister not being well today (prayer's definitely appreciated) I found this little video that made my eyes water and thought that it was too cute not to share. I think I even needed to hear this, so sit back and enjoy some cuteness:</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowFullScreen='true' webkitallowfullscreen='true' mozallowfullscreen='true' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/l5-EwrhsMzY?feature=player_embedded' FRAMEBORDER='0' /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So this you need to know: "laughing is good, there are plenty of reasons to dance - you just have to look for them, being a person is hard sometimes, treat everyone likes it's their birthday -even if they don't deserve it, and lastly - WE'RE REALLY GLAD YOU ARE HERE".</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there you have it, some things don't make sense, some things we'll never know. Then there are those which we definitely need to know such as this: Baby Boo I can't wait to hold you and tell you "I'm really glad you are here".</div><br />Love,<br />Me (Liza)Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-35845880570651095422014-04-07T00:27:00.001-07:002014-04-30T07:42:36.104-07:00A Pretty Penny<div style="text-align: justify;">Soooo... When I was little I always thought, dreamed, and imagined that I would grow up, get married, two years later start popping out babies :)... My dreams and reality sometimes don't match up and it's ten years past my #1 baby years and we have no baby in our arms :)... Granted, I did get married much later than I originally anticipated :)... Ohhh and in case you can't tell I really like smiley faces.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Throughout my life I have fundraised for different causes. Whether it would be blood drives, or fundraising for my sister's treatment, now we are on this amazing process of adopting and realize that it costs a pretty penny. A pretty penny which will allow us to be parents! So after praying and thinking and thinking some more I am so happy to announce that our babies fundraising has begun.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We have an <a href="http://instagram.com/urourbaby#" target="_blank">instagram</a> account (<a href="http://www.instagram.com/urourbaby">www.instagram.com/urourbaby</a>) where I will be doing a pre-sale of t-shirts as well as custom-made "out door" pillow cases to begin with. The month of April I'll take in orders and have them ready to be shipped out by the 1st of May! We are sooo excited. Thank you for sharing our IG page and our story.</div><br />With Love,<br />Liza <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7PLVclrP0/U0JTZZSzcfI/AAAAAAAAG64/Iea5GIKyA3M/s1600/IMG_20130322_225406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7PLVclrP0/U0JTZZSzcfI/AAAAAAAAG64/Iea5GIKyA3M/s1600/IMG_20130322_225406.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div><br />Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-78516331395875848212014-04-04T08:30:00.001-07:002014-04-30T07:43:03.242-07:00Adopted<div style="text-align: justify;">Sooo... we are in the "Home Study" portion of the adoption... What is that you might ask? Here is the definition from childwelfare.gov: </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The laws of every State and the District of Columbia require all prospective adoptive parents (no matter how they intend to adopt) to participate in a home study. This process has three purposes:</div><ul style="text-align: justify;"><li>Educate and prepare the adoptive family for adoption</li><li>Evaluate the fitness of the adoptive family</li><li>Gather information about the prospective parents that will help a social worker connect the family with a child whose needs they can meet</li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;">We first met with the adoption agency to gather information, then submitted a pre-application just because we are like that. Then we prayed some more and felt that God was going to speak to us directly about whether we should adopt or not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had a prophetic conference at our church... Again you might wonder what that is? It is a time where you are prayed for and God speaks through different individuals, in our case pastors, and gives you a word from God. WOW. I have had moments in my life where I have stepped back and truly said, God is real and this was one of them. There were 2 couples who prayed for us. They did not even know our name our what our story was and here they were praying for us and sharing words which only Daniel and I knew were specifically in regards to the adoption. We were searching, asking and wondering if we should submit our final application. That night we went out and had the most amazing dinner we had had all year. We celebrated that we were going to be parents.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So here we are, I am now more open about sharing and it is becoming more real to me. Though I am not pregnant, our baby could be growing right now. Right this very instant... Baby Boo... I'm thinking about you already. I have come to realize that things that used to matter matter very little, things that have always mattered such as family, health, relationships matter even more. Dreams readjust, emotions are fine tuned, expectations can be ground to smithereens with life, but I choose life. Every day we work on one more paper, one more letter, one more page in a book to read. This "baby" journey is taking us for a spin! Good thing I like adventure.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While reading up on adoption and such we watched three videos from The Austin Stone Church in Austin, Texas that were so on point. I want to share them with you as they were a blessing to us.</div><br /><a href="http://bit.ly/1q6JvhR" target="_blank">Adopted: Rescued by Love</a> <br /><a href="http://bit.ly/1q0td8g" target="_blank">Adopted: Rescued to Love</a> <br /><a href="http://bit.ly/1dTRddh" target="_blank">Adopted: The Cost of Love</a><br /><br />Love,<br />Liza<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMIneuGrIBg/TQfU28VE-5I/AAAAAAAAASU/sRfCbUCYyiI/s1600/IMG_8626-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMIneuGrIBg/TQfU28VE-5I/AAAAAAAAASU/sRfCbUCYyiI/s1600/IMG_8626-2.jpg" height="320" width="213" /></a></div><br /><br />Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1752201600231698723.post-12992130635312029522014-04-01T10:04:00.000-07:002014-04-30T07:42:46.207-07:00Baby. Baby. Baby.<div style="text-align: justify;">Baby. Baby. Baby. We have baby on our minds. The amazing part of it is that we are in the process of a domestic infant adoption. We prayed and prayed about this and truly received confirmation that yes we were to start the process. It is amazing to think that this year we will hopefully be holding our baby. Our baby created by two strangers, given to us in love, that love that we will provide, care, and love unconditionally as our own. We hope you join us on this adventure!</div><br />Love,<br />D&amp;L ~ UR<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZG9NaqDMXI/TGh6v63YQVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/U6hUv_ytQu0/s1600/IMG_4596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZG9NaqDMXI/TGh6v63YQVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/U6hUv_ytQu0/s1600/IMG_4596.JPG" height="213" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />Memehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03054164481708374259noreply@blogger.com2